Mine is called "The Graduate" and it's in easy walking distance (a good thing, since I don't drive) from my home.
All day long, while doing my chores, I worked - in anticipation of visiting my fun zone - to get my right ear in shape (recall: fungus infection) to strut into my fun zone with both ears blazing.
I succeeded! With diligence of cleanliness, and some Tinactin cream, I beat that bully back to a NO SYMPTOM state!
I then engaged my new BTEs on the directional, noise canceling program, about half volume (like yesterday), and made my way down the boulevard.
It wasn't long before I met my first "customer" - a guy by a crossing light, wanted to borrow my cell phone for a quick call. It took about 3 tries for him to get through to me (at first, I thought he wanted money), but eventually I got that he only wanted to borrow some cell time (and he seemed to be willing to pay for it too - but I deferred).
So score about 50% for that one - not too good, but this guy had no clue he needed to work me.
So now, enter The Graduate - a blue collar bar & grill not far from where I live. I'm white collar by profession, but blue collar in personality, and so it fits me pretty well. I'm crazy about their rib-eye steak sandwich, which (if the right guy is on the grill) they do to perfection.
I won't claim "Cheers" here, but everybody behind the bar really does know my name. ;)
Dennis greets me in his usual fashion, and doesn't hesitate after a thumbs up validation to make me my fav (I'll leave that to your imagination).
I ask him - do you see them? (pointing at my ears)
"No!"
So I turn my head to show them.
He asks "So is it better?"
And I tell him the truth. I'll have to work it for awhile - I have a pretty good program set up - very directional - if I look right at you, I can understand you better, but most of the ambient noise is muffled.
Dennis has been one of my best allies (I guess he has good reason - I'm pretty good with tips
Everyone goes to their fun zone for a reason.
My reason showed up about an hour after I got there.
Eva.
There she was, acknowledging me. I asked her the same question - see them?
"What?" (showed) "Oh, you got them already!" - Same questions, same answer, of course.
I should tell you a little about Eva. I strongly suspect that Eva is the Matriarch of a BFEA (Black Folks Escort Agency). I have no proof. It's just intuition. ;)
Eva is perpetually busy on the cell phone. Eva has long and winding and passionately crazy conversations on said cell phone (details, I can't know, but emotions, I can read well). Eva comes to the bar, drinks a few drinks, and then really has to go.
So why would Eva be a "reason"?
Eva talks to me. Eva doesn't mind that she has to repeat. Eva feels me out for a thought (repetitively if she must). Some people are good, even if they're not that good. 'Nuff said.
My score (hearing
The TV I couldn't hear, but that's not unusual, even before I was HOH.
Eventually, I wound it down, and decided (before I got too stupid) to call it an evening. Back home I came, to write this entry into my HA diary.
Whatever you get from this, I'm glad you got it. :)
Paul S